Can you even act? I questioned him and his response startled me.
I act every day*
It was such a simple, twisted answer that I understood better then he will ever know. He opened my eyes to such a brilliant wording for how I too felt. I looked at his mangled face- stitched up where he tore it open, above his right eye down across his nose. I pondered how I could know a person forever, yet have them be a complete stranger to me.